Summary: JJ. Long buried secrets and memories are awakened during this game of Truth. Slowly but surely, the relationship between Luke and Lorelai deepens. This story is based on the book, The Truth About Forever, by Sarah Dessen.

Disclaimer: Don't own a thing - This fan fiction is based on the book The Truth About Forever, by Sarah Dessen. I'm not taking full credit for all of the dialogue and plot of this story, seeing as some of it belongs to one of my all-time favorite authors. Keep in mind most of it is written by me, so I'm not just copying the book. Okay, having said that, hope you like it and please leave a review!

Author's Note: So, it's basically been forever since I've last updated this story. But now that Chasing Cars is finished, I was able to finish this up. I'm not sure many of you are still reading this, but if you are, I hope you enjoy this last chapter. Please leave a review.

A Game of Truth

Chapter Eight: Almost Too Perfect

I raised my body so that my head was now over his, "I know", I said. I smiled and dipped down, capturing his lips again.

He grasped my waist on either side, pulling me up off of him as he sat up.

Before long, we were stumbling up the stairs, my lungs were scarce of any breath. I broke the kiss, breathing heavily as I began to unbutton his flannel. I swept it off of his shoulders the moment we reached the closed entrance of my bedroom. He tossed it carelessly aside as he lifted me, pushing me hard against the door.

His hands swept up and down my sides, before he lifted my shirt over my head. I flicked his baseball cap off, running my fingers through his hair as he brought his lips to my stomach, his hands carressing my waist. I closed my eyes, sighing softly under his touch.

I could feel him through his jeans, pulsating against my thigh. My hand clumsily reached for the doorknob. I wrapped my legs around his waist as he pushed the door open.

I dropped to my feet just before reaching the bed. I looked up at him, my eyes meeting his in a blazing stare. He looked at me uncertainly, I looked at him with reassurance, as I brought him closer by the nape of his neck, capturing his lips in a sensual kiss. I parted my lips, allowing his tongue to enter, exploring my mouth.

His hands were tangled in my curls, our lips still attatched, as I silently willed him to undress. I broke the kiss, softly tugging at his t-shirt. "Off", I commanded. In one swift motion, he slipped out of his shirt. I gasped at the feel of his burning chest against my skin. I traced the muscles of his back and slid my hands around his protruding shoulder blades.

My hands urgently reached for the zipper of his jeans as he struggled to unclasp my bra.

His jeans fell to his ankles, he stepped out of them, as I slid out of my own.

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He then guided me to the bed, where I lay now, remembering the past night's events.

I play with the soft curls on his chest, as I sigh, "This is perfect."

He smiles, as he carresses my bare back.

"Almost too perfect." I admit.

"What do you mean?"

"I don't know, it's just... hard to believe this is really happening. That's a very cliché thing to say, I know, but it seems like something you see in the movies. It's almost too perfect." I repeat.

"Sort of like when the people in movies never get toothpaste on their mouth when they brush their teeth?"

I softly giggle, "Yeah, pretty much."

A few moments pass, before I ask, "Hey, Luke?"

"Yeah?"

"Can we pretend I didn't win? Just for the sake of playing Truth."

He is silent for several seconds, I almost thought he was going to say "No, I'm sick of that Goddamn game". But then I heard his next words, "It's you're turn."

I lifted my head, resting my chin on his chest as I looked up at him, "How long have you wanted this?" I asked, referring to this moment.

He sighed before wrapping a blanket around him, walking over to his jeans. He took his wallet out of his back pocket and took a seat next to me on the bed. I furrowed my eyebrows, watching his actions in confusion. I sat up, holding the blanket to my bare chest as I watched him fumbling through the wallet, "What are you doin-"

He took out a piece of paper, "You gave this to me... a long time ago." He handed it to me. "Do you know what it is?"

I ran my fingers over the wrinkled horoscope, it was faded with age. I read the familiar words, You will meet an annoying woman today. Give her coffee and she'll go away. I stared at it, awe-struck. "Um... I can't believe you kept this. You kept this in your wallet?" The realization begins to sink in. "You kept this in your wallet-"

"Eight years."

"Eight years." I repeat, my voice barely audible. I look up at him, "Why?"

"Because I wanted this."

I lean towards him, catching him in a lingering kiss. I smile against his lips, my hands brushing against the stubble on his cheeks, "Apparently, I'm your Eva Gardner."

"Dear God, help me."

The End